"You must know I've had no dealings with Ross since before our marriage," she tells George. Finally love has triumphed over pride and misunderstanding, although I am struggling to see Caroline slumming it in Enys' humble cottage.īetter that than a prisoner in luxury, though, like Elizabeth. It's a lovely moment, made possible by Ross, who has played Cupid and reunited them both. Or can he? Supping with his comrades in a tavern the night before he is due to leave, he turns round and sees Caroline standing right behind him. Motivated to sign up to the military as a naval surgeon, he cuts a dash in his uniform and wants a long, desperate and bloody war so he can gain experience and hopefully forget his lost love. When a diabetic Ray Penvenan informs Doctor Enys of Caroline's forthcoming nuptials to a Lord Coniston of Windermere, Enys is overcome. She too has inner turmoil – it's clear she still misses Enys, as he does her – but expresses it much more elegantly. Hurrah! Ross' leather boots tread the steps up to her sumptuous London mansion, and it means we get to see her again. While putting his affairs in order in preparation for a long spell at war, he discovers the identity of the mysterious benefactor who advanced the loan that enabled Wheal Grace to stay open: the lovely Caroline Penvenan. Which is perplexing: all those boxing lessons, George, and you still need three men to help you?īut Ross still has a softer side. In his demonic rage – presumably sprung from the passion that caused him to rape Elizabeth – he has to be dragged away from shoving George's face in the fire. We were due another spectacular fight and this time Ross pushes George's face right up to the gates of hell. When George tells Ross to go back to his "scullery maid" it's akin to pouring petrol on a smouldering fire. It's not long though before it descends into a slanging match. It drives them apart: determined not to settle for second best, Demelza decides to go back to her family with their son, while Ross gets out his army gear and contemplates rejoining his regiment.īefore he does so, there's more gusty galloping, this time to Trenwith to discuss the sale of Geoffrey Charles' Wheal Grace shares with George. It's the truth but there's no trust left and Ross' usual sanctimoniousness and arrogance is no longer charmingly Byronic, it's just irritating.
She throws his question back at him by telling him about her thwarted liaison with comedy Scotsman Malcolm McNeil. Ross asks Demelza how long it will take her to forgive him, as if she's the one that's in the wrong. Her wounds are still raw and she continues to treat him with contempt and disdain. Ross tries to get back into Demelza's good books with talk of money and wealth: thanks to the newly-discovered tin lode, Wheal Grace is now prospering. He can't get it together to make a decision. After his infidelity with Elizabeth, his marriage to Demelza teeters on a cliff edge. Pouting and glowering beneath his exquisitely-tousled locks, Ross is at war with himself. That's because everyone's got inner turmoil.
Crashing waves, stormy weather, lightning and crackling fires.